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Jan 06, 2005 23:01

My full name is Anemarie Moore. I wasn't blessed with a middle name. I turned 16 in November. I count on my friends, sometimes, a little too much. I have below normal self-confidence levels, and have absolutely no idea how to communicate with the opposite sex. I get jealous of everything. I involve myself in music to the point where I don't know ( Read more... )

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photographies January 11 2005, 00:37:41 UTC
How the hell could you not remember? I don't think I'll ever believe that. You don't think the Junior thing has anything to do with it, but it has everything to do with it. It has to do with how you've changed, it has to do with you being selfish, and not to mention that's all you ever want to do anymore, is be with Junior. It's hilarious, that you would EVER tell me that you were sick of my shit. You're fucking ridiculous for saying that. I'm not even going to argue that statement because you should be fully aware of how stupid it was. You've made it completely clear to me that I'm an idiot for dealing with your bull shit, and I have such a simple solution, I won't anymore. Don't say shit like 'Why do you even still put up with it?' Like I'm weak, and then say shit like 'You're going to throw away our friendship over something stupid?' For one, You're only my friend when YOU need me to be your friend. When I need you to be my friend, or when I want to hang out, look who is always left dissappointed. I just want to let you know it wasn't always like that. You didn't always ditch me for shit like smoking pot, or your sister's friends, or boys. I "say" I don't care anymore, because I really don't care, there's nothing to care about anymore.

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